Who does he look like?

Alright, after much debate, we have decided to take the question to the masses: Who does Evan look like? I have posted baby pictures of Kenny and I below. It is up to you to decide now. And we aren't going to tell you which pic is which until after the votes have been tallied to avoid any bias...

Picture A

Picture B

Evan

More pictures!

First bath...

Aftwerwards, he decided it wasn't bad enough to interfere with his sleep. He likes baths a lot better now that he has lost his cord and can actually sit in the warm water. Still not a fan of getting dried off, though.

2 weeks old!

It's a little scary how fast time is flying. Today was my first day back to class. Thankfully, only one teacher was insistent I come today. So I had only one class instead of three. Evan had a great night last night and a decent day today. We think he might be slightly colicky. It's weird to think that he was born two weeks ago today. He seems bigger already... Kenny wants to go and get a baby scale tomorrow. We went to the doctor last Friday to get him weighed again (just to make sure he was staying on track). The little piggy weighed 8 lbs and 11 oz, so he had put on 6 oz in three days! While we were in the waiting room, a couple of other newborns came in after us. It really made us realize that he doesn't really look like a newborn. His little face is getting chubby, and he is starting to be awake for awhile without crying. We had a really rough night Tuesday night. I was getting really frustrated because he wouldn't feed and ended up crying too. Kenny, because he is amazing, took him to let me try to rest. Neither of us ended up getting much sleep, but we made up for that last night. The hardest thing about having a newborn is nothing is predictable! Everything has to be done on the fly, and sleep comes only when you can steal a few moments. But I still think it's worth it! I've never been so tired, but I don't think I've ever been so proud or patient. It's amazing how much love you can have for someone you've only known a couple of weeks...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

We had our first doctor's visit today. Evan is doing great! He is up to 8 lbs 5 oz. As you can see below, this is due to his voracious (and messy) eating...

Wearing Aunt Lynn's bib and Grammie's hat

How peaceful does he look?!

Wearing Aunt Candace's onesie (and trying to eat his hand- see previous comment about voracious appetite)

In Grammie's hat again and EB's warm bunting

Our little tree frog

He likes to cling when he lays on your belly or chest...

He's Arrived!

Hi everyone! Sorry for the long delay, but Evan Patrick Jones has officially arrived. He was born at 6:25 pm on March 12. He weighed 8 lbs. 2 oz. and was 21 3/4 in. long. He is absolutely gorgeous! To prove this I have pictures.

We are all at home now and getting used to life as a threesome (though right now, Mom's here so we are very helpful foursome). Labor was relatively quick and easy. I woke up at 4:00 am and thought my water might have broken. Being the nerds that Kenny and I are, I tested it with pH strips which came up in the appropriate range. I still wasn't convinced, so I went back to bed. I woke up again half an hour later, tested, and then woke up Kenny. Kenny tested and came back with the same result. He wanted me to call the doctor, but I wasn't convinced still. After the last "thought my water broke" incident, I wasn't too keen on going to the hospital and feeling dumb again. It was a very light trickle, and I was pretty sure it was just something else. So I promised him I would make a doctor's appointment after my morning class on Thursday. Well, when I went in at 12:45 pm , sure enough, Kenny had been right and my water had actually broken. So I got sent over to the l & d unit right away, and Kenny had to come in from work. Since the break was only a small trickle, they went ahead and broke the forebag. That sucked! It was like peeing your pants for half an hour. They put me on pitocin to get my contractions going (up until then, they had been really mild). They broke the water and started the drip around 2:30/3:00 pm. My contractions started going fast and hard- my body actually superceded the drip and started going on its own. Around 5:00 or so, just after our families arrived, I got my epidural. And then Evan arrived at 6:25 pm, after about 30 minutes of pushing. Kenny almost missed the start of it. When the doctor first checked me in the room, I was at 6 cm, so we told Kenny to go get some dinner in the meantime. Well, by the time the doctor came back, half an hour later, I was at nine and they started prepping the room. The nurse told me to go ahead and let him finish eating. Well the doctor came back 15 minutes later, and asked where my husband was because I was ready to push. So Dad had to call him and tell him to haul butt back upstairs. He literally arrived just in time. There were some very minor complications. First, he pooped in the amniotic fluid, so the NICU had to be present just in case of respiratory issues from his aspirating meconium. Then his pulse dropped to 90 (it had been around 130). That was a scary five minutes or so when they had me on oxygen and were discussing a c-section. But fortunately all the worrying was unnecessary. Turns out his cord had been wrapped around his neck, but that was fixed when he turned around. So now he is here, happy, healthy, and absolutely amazing!

39 weeks and still pregnant

This is just a quick little note to keep everyone in the loop. We went to the doctor's today, and there wasn't a whole lot of change. As the doctor said, "We just have to wait for my uterus to catch up" to everything else. So we're still in the midst of the waiting game. I know now, though, why really pregnant women get so cranky. Hopefully you'll hear more happy news from us shortly. Until then keep your fingers crossed and hope that he doesn't end up a ten pound baby (or in the womb until his 21st birthday).

Arg!

Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I have FINALLY begun to feel contractions, the kind that squeeze your belly not just the crampy feeling that I am familiar with. The bad news is that Kenny and I ended up at the hospital on Monday night, thinking that I was in labor. The contractions were almost exactly four minutes apart and increasing in intensity. And then we get to the hospital and they hook me up to the monitor and suddenly the intensity starts decreasing. They were still spaced pretty evenly, but for some reason they faded away into oblivion. And then after that, I had some stomach and intestine pyrotechnics, presumably brought about by the contractions. It's getting a little frustrating because, even though I'm still a week and a half ahead of my due date, I keep hearing that I could go at anytime. And I don't know many people who are 4 cm dilated and not actually in labor. Plus, while, I am feeling contractions, there aren't that many and they aren't that intense. I wonder how far they will let me dilate before they realize that my body isn't going to do it on its own. I can see me in the doctor's office at 41 weeks and 6 or 7 cm dilated with no labor in sight... It's just that it's hard to be patient when even the doctors keep saying I could go at anytime and that it's amazing I'm this far dilated and not in labor. Plus, the timing right now is perfect because of my spring break. I can go into labor now and not have to worry about missing classes in the meantime. Oh well, I'm beginning to realize that he's on his own timeline and will be here whenever he is good and ready, everybody else's beliefs be damned...

38 week update

We had the 38th week appointment today, and things are still progressing nicely. I was at 4 cm today. The doctor said that I had "a cervix people would kill for." She was impressed that I was up and walking around still, being dilated that far. She said it might be a sign of a quick labor. Let's hope she is right. We went to the hospital last night because we thought my water might have broken. We were obviously wrong or I wouldn't be blogging today. I swore I wouldn't be one of those crazy first time pregnant woman but apparently I am. We got the car seat installed this weekend. That was interesting... I'm really glad we had someone else do it because it took 30 minutes. First, the officer who installed it looked just like my Uncle Dan. Then he tried to install it in the middle seat and could not get it to work. And not for lack of trying. I didn't know a person could sweat so much installing a car seat. At one point, he was kneeling in the base with all of his weight on it trying to get it tighter. I wonder if that negates the warranty... We finally got it installed behind the passenger seat but it took a lot of work. But rest assured that Baby Jones now has a safe place to ride in the car.